The Rock Of
The Betrayed

by Caroline Sheridon Norton

2    3    4    5    6    7    8    9    10    11

IT was a Highland chieftain's son
Gazed sadly from the hill:
And they saw him shrink from the autumn wind,
As its blast came keen and chill.

His stately mother saw, - and spoke
With the heartless voice of pride;
"T'is well I have a stouter son
The border wars to ride."

His jealous brother saw, and stood,
Red-haired, and fierce, and tall,
Muttering low words of fiendish hope
To be the lord of all.

But sickly Allan heard them not,
As he looked o'er land and lea;
He was thinking of the sunny climes
That lie beyond the sea.

2

Meet new friends at the Singles Club

country wide dating   loans mortgages